"Edward, could you stand a little steadier? I'm going to be sick soon." The Riddler growled angrily and clenched his teeth harder. He still held Jervis feet firmly on his sore shoulders, on which the little man was balancing somewhat helplessly. The Mad Hatter huffed hard and finally placed the shiny question mark trophy carefully on the rusty metal support above him. He grinned extremely happy and shouted louder than planned to his unmeant support: "Done! Now only 181 trophies are left and we can finally go back to our cells! I'm sort of tired." The tinkerer groaned dejectedly. Why did he come up with this great idea with the trophies again? Edward was beginning to understand why the doctors questioned his common sense from time to time. He quickly pushed the thoughts aside and spoke in an exaggeratedly friendly manner to his unexpectedly hard-working henchman: "Absolute fantastic, Jervis. If we carry on like this, we will surely make it to dinner – tomorrow." The Mad Hatter laughed happily again. Of course, this time too, the irony in the words of the Riddler passed the blond-haired man by waving. Edward suppressed a sigh and waited for the smaller one to finally get off his shoulders. He looked bored at the solitary cell of a certain Scarecrow, which was exactly at the opposite him. At that moment, completely unexpectedly, their eyes met. Edward stared open-mouthed at his former cellmate, hoping the Master of Fear would just shut up today. Of course, this hope was dashed. Jonathan cleared his throat and asked coolly: "And what is this suppose to be when you two are done?"
The Riddler rolled his eyes and decided to ignore the elder as best as he could. However, Jervis had other plans. The Mad Hatter grinned jubilantly and announced loudly: "We're hiding trophies in the whole asylum that Batman will have to look for when Joker has finally lured him here! Isn't that great, Jonathan? I can't wait to see him struggle!" The Master of Fear raised an eyebrow, then put his book aside. He got up from his cot and strolled to the bars, slowly crossing his arms over his chest. Jonathan replied, visibly amused: "Of course. How could I have been so blind not to see right through this brilliant idea from Mr. Nygma. Please forgive me for my human limitations. I still have a little question: What for?" Edward was about to answer when Jervis accidentally stepped on his nose to finally have solid ground under his feet again. He cursed loudly and helped the little one with this apparently far too difficult task. The Riddler finally rubbed the hurting spot on his face and grumbled cautiously: "I still don't owe you an answer, John. You wouldn't understand my genius anyway. Have fun rotting in solitary confinement and have a nice evening!" The Mad Hatter carefully poked his boss in the side. Edward looked down in confusion and saw the blond-haired man with two more green trophies in his dirty hands. Both were planned for this cell tract. The tinkerer screamed inwardly.
So he was allowed to place them under the watchful eyes of a sinister professor who probably had nothing to do but criticize him and his perfect plans. Jervis looked back and forth between the two villains. As always, he didn't seem to understand that there was a certain tension between them. Edward growled angrily: "Yeah yeah, I know. Let's get to work. The sooner we can leave this cretin over there alone again in his loneliness." "Very charming", replied the Master of Fear dryly," but as long as you two are here I can enjoy this ridiculous sight, yes?" The Mad Hatter had already raised his forefinger as if he wanted to say something, when Edward grabbed him firmly by the arm without saying a word and dragged him further. The Riddler glanced casually at his card. The next position was directly above a still empty single cell. The black-haired man looked up and shook his head slightly. It had all seemed way easier when he had planned it. The tinkerer got on his knees again and motioned for Jervis to get back on his shoulders. He immediately followed the request and again swayed uncertainly to the side. Jonathan smiled a little and shouted out loud: "You should perhaps have tried to get a ladder, gentlemen." The Riddler was about to lose his temper. To make matters worse, Jervis whispered to him: "That doesn't sound so stupid, Edward."
"Just shut up and do your fucking job", the inventor growled irritably and held the little one's feet firmly in his hands. Jervis had to stand on tiptoe to place another trophy high on the cell. During his attempt, the black-haired man had the honour of being able to look the former psychiatrist in the eyes again. He seemed to be having a great time. Asshole. The Master of Fear put a hand on the bars and said coolly: "Number 181, if I'm not mistaken." The Mad Hatter nodded eagerly at this remark, but quickly regretted this gesture. He stumbled and waved his arms around wildly, trying to somehow keep his balance. Finally the smaller one fell face down on the concrete wall in front of him. Edward closed his eyes tightly, clearly trying to just endure this disgrace. Jervis carefully stepped down from the shoulders of the tinkerer and, like his boss, rubbed his hurting nose too. The Riddler crossed off this position on his map, then turned to the last place in this room. He snapped loudly once. The Mad Hatter seemed to understand immediately what he wanted and sprinted towards the entrance. There he picked up some items. Jonathan blinked in disbelief as the blond-haired man staggered past his cell with a bucket and some bricks. Edward put the small trophy in the booth himself, then beckoned his assistant over.
The Master of Fear snorted softly and shouted in amusement: "Are you serious, Nygma? Do you really run through half the asylum and diligently wall up question marks that Batman takes out again in seconds with his explosive gel? Are the guards all asleep or just deaf with all this noises?" The person addressed elegantly showed Scarecrow the middle finger and instructed his henchman to pull up the wall with him. This took a good ten minutes. Edward and Jervis finally stood in front of the crumbling structure and were almost proud of their work. The Mad Hatter smiled contentedly and said happily: "Only 179 left, Edward. We're almost done! The next ones have to go into the ventilation shafts in the infirmary, right? Oh how exciting! I've always wanted to go into the ventilation system!" A very loud laugh from the cell made both villains winced. The dark professor shook his head and replied calmly: "I better hold back on further comments now. I don't want to spoil your fun." Edward gritted his teeth and spat angrily:" Finally a sensible decision from you, John!" The Riddler pointed to the door to the main hall and was about to take a step when the build up wall collapsed next to him. Fucking hell!